Powder and Shot
So I become the mission once again
Because I wouldn’t give you what you wanted then
Well I am sick to death of being someone’s next
Petty conquest
And I am not so easily played
I know you think that I don’t see it when you change
But it’s clear as glass; this won’t be the last
Line that you cast
You haven’t got a plea
I will read between
Any words you spit
In this battle of wits
If there’s nothing to it
I’ve got nothing to give
So baby save your breath
Don’t waste that bead of sweat
Reeling in the net
You’re not going to get
Any sympathy
From me
I watch your disposition alternate
Constant inconsistency gives you away
Though you’ve really not, you may think you’ve got
Powder and shot
You haven’t got a plea
I will read between
Any words you spit
In this battle of wits
If there’s nothing to it
I’ve got nothing to give
So baby save your breath
Don’t waste that bead of sweat
Reeling in the net
You’re not going to get
Any sympathy
From me
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Last night really fucked up my internal clock. It feels like 9 or 10pm, but it's 1:13am right now.
On another note...
I can't stop writing!!
Problem being that I'm supposed to be reading/studying.
I have a mid-term on monday, but every time I start taking notes or quizzing myself, lyrics start popping into my head.
I can't ignore the music. It's against my nature.
So the lyrics always win... and then the guitar or piano comes in... and there goes an hour of my study time... writing a new song.
... why am I complaining again?
Listen to that wind!
Welcome to Stephanie's tangent-talk.
We hope you've enjoyed your time here.
Sleep now.
ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........
Because I wouldn’t give you what you wanted then
Well I am sick to death of being someone’s next
Petty conquest
And I am not so easily played
I know you think that I don’t see it when you change
But it’s clear as glass; this won’t be the last
Line that you cast
You haven’t got a plea
I will read between
Any words you spit
In this battle of wits
If there’s nothing to it
I’ve got nothing to give
So baby save your breath
Don’t waste that bead of sweat
Reeling in the net
You’re not going to get
Any sympathy
From me
I watch your disposition alternate
Constant inconsistency gives you away
Though you’ve really not, you may think you’ve got
Powder and shot
You haven’t got a plea
I will read between
Any words you spit
In this battle of wits
If there’s nothing to it
I’ve got nothing to give
So baby save your breath
Don’t waste that bead of sweat
Reeling in the net
You’re not going to get
Any sympathy
From me
_________________________________________________________________________________________________
Last night really fucked up my internal clock. It feels like 9 or 10pm, but it's 1:13am right now.
On another note...
I can't stop writing!!
Problem being that I'm supposed to be reading/studying.
I have a mid-term on monday, but every time I start taking notes or quizzing myself, lyrics start popping into my head.
I can't ignore the music. It's against my nature.
So the lyrics always win... and then the guitar or piano comes in... and there goes an hour of my study time... writing a new song.
... why am I complaining again?
Listen to that wind!
Welcome to Stephanie's tangent-talk.
We hope you've enjoyed your time here.
Sleep now.
ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........